She tucks a strand of her shiny dark majestic mane
Behind her ear and feels mundane
He sits and watches her from afar
Pines for love, pines on par.
And if she was to notice him,
The bright light in her face might dim.
And if he admits how much he wants her,
"Maybe one day we'd be infamous lovers."
And as she lives, and as he dreams,
She walks by and his
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